At this mont, the Hero's existence undoubtedly beca "magic" for the Netherworld.
The darkness outside the spotlight turned into a hotbed for the demons, surging in a fierce and ravenous way, devouring everything in its path.
"Hmm—" However, witnessing this stage collapsing prematurely, the Hero's face didn't show a hint of panic.
Seeing the spreading unease among the audience, she tossed aside the script she had morized and revealed a big smile.
"Oh well! Let's leave the greetings here!"
She flicked her skirt, and her fair leg stomped firmly forward.
The strange sound of heels shattering space resonated like thunder throughout the venue.
At the young girl's feet, cracks in space spread wildly like spiderwebs.
Imdiately, a torrent of light, woven from elents and magic power, erupted, transforming into an unstoppable tsunami that ruthlessly swept away the surrounding encroaching darkness.
The sea of light at dawn fiercely collided and mixed with the dark aura of the Netherworld, instantly transforming the scene upside down.
'Completely suppressing the backlash of the Netherworld—' Seeing this stage changing with the Saintess's will, the Star Kindness Cardinal held his breath.
Once the scene transformation was complete, the Hero's figure disappeared. Instead, countless glowing little fairies reappeared.
In the void, a continent eternally covered by Frost Winter unfolded slowly.
The background music turned poignant and solemn, as the little fairies perford an untold polar epic on this continent-shaped stage.
Initially, the little fairies lived joyously on this continent, but unknowingly, the winter grew increasingly harsh.
The continent covered by Frost Winter was no longer suitable for survival, so the elves ford a fleet, deciding to cross the ocean in search of the legendary spring.
The singing turned from lodious to oppressive, then to passionate and poignant, as if narrating a grand journey.
The unease on the audience's faces cald down, turning instead into anticipation for the upcoming performance.
When the little fairies' ark sailed through the waves, a special witness was drawn in.
The Hero transford into the Siren Princess, leaping onto the stage under the spotlight, eliciting rounds of cheers.
She followed the fairies' fleet, sotis humming ballads on moonlit reefs, sotis leaping gracefully from the sea in the sun.
The lody turned lively and agile again, making people sway gently with the rhythm involuntarily.
She observed these voyagers' journeys, eagerly hoping they could reach their dread destination.
However, the journey was too long, and the ocean too rciless.
The Siren watched helplessly as fairies one by one fell, gave up, vanished, with an indescribable sorrow written all over her exquisite face.
The music gradually turned heavy, as if crying and lanting.
Winter passed to autumn, the sumr sweltered, the seasons turned, and the ship bearing hope finally beca deserted.
Sighs arose one after another in the audience.
But in the sumr's storm, the Siren raised her head, her crystalline tears blending into the rain, rging with the rolling waves.
Yet the performance wasn't over.
Although the ghost ship, empty of any souls, had stopped sailing, new fairies arrived via small boats below this large ship.
They were fairies from the Spring World.
They brought magical piano keys that could summon spring.
Then, inheriting the legacy of the Winter Fairies, the Spring Fairies resolutely decided to sail in the opposite direction, traveling to the hopelessly cold Frost Winter Continent to bring a revival of spring there.
[The Hero equipped the Spring Light Piano Key, Luck 1]
The fairies' second voyage was just as perilous.
But this ti, the Siren resolved not just to accompany and observe.
She began training herself in the deep sea, gathering companions to escort the fairies.
Above the seasons-turning ocean, the Spring Fairies sailed towards the Frost Winter.
And beneath the heavily pressured sea surface, the Siren Princess summoned friends, diligently honing her martial arts.
The Spring Light Piano Key hovered between the two, automatically playing, its tunes sotis spirited, sotis heavy.
Finally, crossing the scorching sumr and deep autumn, the fleet reached the shores of Frost Winter.
However, what awaited them was not light, but the absolute darkness and cold that had long devoured the continent.
Despite their best efforts to play Spring's Harp, they could not awaken this desolate permafrost.
The jarring piano notes, instead, drew a backlash from the chilling night.
That darkness and severe winter, with the malice of the Netherworld, materialized into a gigantic monster.
[Lord of Demons]
[Form (affects attribute allocation, the higher, the more grotesque, 30-Humanoid)]
D100=92
[Master of Netherworld Demons R8- Level 90]
Strength: 714 | Agility: 222 | Constitution: 666 | Intelligence: 376 | Perception: 241 | Charm: 174
It was an indescribable blasphemous entity, seemingly made of countless despairing skeletons and decayed remnants, with a thousand writhing tentacles protruding from its bloated body, and appearing to be embedded with a thousand heads screaming in pain.
Every aspect of its existence challenged the limits of vision, rely witnessing it stabbed the eyes like a rusty needle, directly penetrating the brain of every witness, stirring their spirit and making their soul tremble.
It was whispering, mocking, its sharp, venomous voice felt like insults, yet also like curses.
The tangible terror pressure seeped through spatial barriers, causing cold sweat to bead on the Star Kindness Cardinal's forehead.
Most in the audience would only think it was part of the performance, but he understood this was not special effects; it was real malice from the Netherworld, an evil demon the church must confront in the not-so-distant future.
And now, this assemblage of evil demons detected the stage's presence, projecting its malice without reservation.
[Lord of Demons activated the skill: Nether Evil Inversion Disaster]
Not a direct attack, it transforms the malice of a dead world into bubbles of disaster, enveloping a designated target. If resistance fails, all of the target's positive elents like happiness, luck, etc., will be inverted, eventually extinguished, and after enduring imnse misfortune, they will die miserably, with their wailing souls becoming nourishnt for the Netherworld. However, if the target lacks these elents, the disaster bubble will instead beco nourishnt for the target.
2D714 174=(689 702)
[Double Critical Success 60=1625]
The music beca sharp, as an all-encompassing evil intent transford into a dark sun, descending upon the fairies.
In the audience, many minds went blank, gasping as screams stuck in their throats.
But just as this despair was about to take hold—the Siren Princess took the stage!
She surged out of the sea, riding atop an imposing blue shrimp clad in heavy armor.
The Hero rode the Sea Shrimp like a valiant knight, standing in the way of the indescribable Lord of Demons.
Then, under the Siren Princess's command, the giant shrimp blazed with light, instantly transforming into a deep blue massive axe with an exaggerated shape in the girl's hand.
The drumbeat suddenly intensified, the passionate lody dropping like raindrops, fervent and uplifting.
"Haah—!!"
Then, the Siren Princess let out a loud, clear shout, wielding the Chopping Axe with unparalleled power, slashing it fiercely at the encroaching darkness!
[Below 1740, counterattack failed, the Lord of Demons received 115 points of damage]
The bubble of disaster was cleaved apart with a single stroke, a glowing slash deeply etched into the body of the Lord of Demons.
The imperious monster let out a horrible wail, forced to retreat in disgrace faced with this absolute power.
Sunlight poured onto the ground, the passionate lody once again becoming gentle and warm.
The lting ice and snow turned into clear streams, flowers blossod upon the withered bones, and life blood anew in this dead land.
The Spring Fairies disembarked, singing and dancing on this newborn land.
The music gradually faded, the story nearing its end.
But the audience knew, this was not the end.
To counter the temporarily retreated darkness, the fairies still had a long struggle ahead.
However, just looking at the beautiful figure standing in the center of the stage holding the axe, people's hearts surged with infinite courage.
As long as the Siren Princess continues to guard the fairies, no matter what darkness they face, there will be a day when they see the light again.
The dance concluded.
[The Hero's Unpaid Love will regenerate the Netherworld]
D315 115=(287)=402
[The difference is 894-402=492, a random gemstone will be awarded]
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